all of my edges are rough
i am the truth of the north
of rocks, of sea
of barren land
of the fox
we straddle both life and death
      but we must choose the better lay
bound like a blood hound
all of it. every last word.
on fait peut-être une bêtise
or not.
don’t be afraid of your own feelings.


Allâk – straddle | Innutitut
Allagok – write it | Innutitut
on fait peut-être une bêtise – we could be making a mistake | Français